We know when we die – our souls disappear into thin air and remain on vacation till they get reborn once again.
Not only they go on vacation, but their vacation period lasts even as long as ten to twelve years or, perhaps, even more than twelve years, in some of the cases.
Just imagine – how they must be spending such a long vacation.
Though it is undeniable – we don’t know anything of the manner in which they must be spending their vacations, we get a vivid clue about it from the love-story of the Indian artist Pradyumna Kumar Mahanandia who took birth in a very poor and humble family and his soul mate – Charlotte Von Schedvin who happens to be a scion of a royal family of Sweden.
If you know their story – nothing like that.
But if you haven’t heard of them, it is breathtaking how they should have met each other to have realized that they should have met each other only because they had been conjoined to meet each other.
Pradyumna Kumar was born in 1949, in an utterly poor weaver family of Orissa (India) in a community that was not given any credence in the society during those days.
However, one day, one of the old ladies of his village told him that according to his horoscope his wife would come from a faraway land. Her zodiac sign would be Taurus. She would be fond of playing the flute and she would own a forest. But he would have to follow her footsteps.
Driven to find this mysterious woman, he left his village and moved to Delhi in 1971, where he joined the “College of Art” to study Fine Arts.
Broke and alone, he slept in bus stations and telephone booths.
To survive, he painted portraits on the streets – comforted only by the prophecy yearning to meet this woman, someday.
To his great surprise, one day – to be exact, on December 17, 1975, a strange looking woman visited him in the crowded veranda of Connaught Place where he used to meander, hunting for someone who would offer him to draw his portrait and give him some money in return.
Intrigued by his claim of “making a portrait in 10 minutes”, she decided to give it a try and asked him to draw her portrait.
But suspecting that she could be the one about whom the old lady of his village should have mentioned – his hands trembled and he could not draw a good portrait to her satisfaction.
So he asked her to come again the next day. Since again he could not concentrate he asked her, “If you don’t mind, would you tell whether you are from a faraway land?” to which she answered, “Yes. My name is Charlotte and I am from Sweden”.
The next, he asked her whether she was born under the zodiac sign Taurus and the woman nodded her head even to this query. Thereupon, he asked her whether she was fond of playing the flute.
When she told him that she was fond of playing flute and piano, he couldn’t believe his eyes and gathered the courage to have asked her whether, by chance, she owned a forest?
It was a limit when she answered even this question in affirmative.
Stunned by his questions, she asked him what made him ask such questions and he couldn’t resist telling her what that an old lady of his village had told him that according to his horoscope he shall marry a woman from a faraway land, a person who would have Taurus sign, would be fond of playing the flute and would own a forest.
Appalled by all such a coincidence, she also felt like believing that perhaps he could be her soul mate and her destiny should have compelled her to travel down with a hippy group all the way down from London, crossing Europe, Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan and Pakistan – to reach India to have met him.
After this disclosure, she visited his village and went to see even the Konark temple with him. She even changed her name as “Charulata” and got married to him according to Indian traditions but flew back to Sweden after spending about a month or so, with him and offered him to come with her.
But when he insisted that he would think of it when he completed his course in Arts, she made him promise that he would follow her to her home in the Swedish textile town of Boras.
More than a year passed and both of them kept in touch with each other through letters till he did not complete his degree in Arts.
Though he yearned to go to join her, he did not know how to travel such a distance since he did not have enough money to buy an air ticket.
It would have been too humiliating for him to have asked her to send him air tickets.
So, one fine day, he sold all he had with him to buy an old bicycle with the idea of going all the way biking to Sweden to join her.
On reaching Sweden, he got remarried to her in a church and, now, they have two children leading a happy life.
The most interesting thing about this story is the fact that he followed more or less the same route, the route that is known as “Hippy Trail” by which, she had arrived in India. So, in a way, he had very much “followed the footsteps of Charlotte” only, as had been prophesied by the old lady of his native village.
So, apparently, this story seems to provide an evidential support to astrology.
It would have been a different thing if they would have started their journey as “Facebook friends”.
But we know – Facebook arrived only in 2004.
Though it is not possible to know whether their past-life karmas should have brought them together, I have quite a different makeover.
I don’t believe that the souls may not misplace or lose the profiles of past-life karmas they carry if they were to carry them on their body.
The best bet for the souls would be to have uploaded the profiles of karmas on some sort of Internet, much the same way as we upload our files on our websites and to have downloaded them at the time of reincarnation.
At the same time, we have to also bear in mind that the old lady who had told Pradyumna, so many years in advance, what sort of woman he would marry could not have been able to tell him what sort of woman he would marry unless “who shall be whose soul mate” got settled way ahead, we are born.
Both such things may be possible only if the souls, too, had something resembling our “Facebook” on their Internet and got a chance of making some souls their “Facebook friends” the way we make foreigners our “Facebook friends” and the souls that befriended during their vacation, united as “soul mates” – when they get reborn.
A Swede and an Indian could not have become soul mates unless the souls, too, had the like of the Internet facility as well as the like of the Facebook facility we have, at hand – to spend their vacations.
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